Nami Swan Novels & Stories

Now, her head was as foggy as the weather her roommate was named for. Mother Swan came over just as their simulation was ending. The screen flashed a few times with the word, “Calculating.” Both girls held their breath, praying their pretend fetus was nourished enough to thrive and be deemed worthy of life. In a few seconds, the screen went green. “Congratulations,” Mother Swan said, a corner of her mouth pulling up into a smile. “Not only is your fetus worthy of life, you’ve gotten a 9 on the health scale. Well done, you two. If either of you is considering a career in NW, I think that would be highly suitable.” “Thank you, Mother Swan,” Cloud said, smiling at the instructor.

How Ironic is it that I’m walking towards the man who’s testing how deep my love is for Evan? I love him so fucking much, more than I’m willing to admit to myself, and this is me acting on that love. On the end of the vast sea of vacant tables, in a secluded luxury resort called Perfect Oasis, Nate sat occupying the farthest table with a smile on his lips. Engraved in frosted glass is the word ‘Reserved’ written in cursive writings in each booth I walked by.

A minute later she answered - "Ametrine, a semi-precious stone of purple color, from dark purple to very light." To be honest, I didn’t catch the connection right now - an endless day and an abundance of information made themselves felt. Alina was silent, but I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Without waiting for my questions, she continued: - Here you have, for example, the surname Yantarskaya was passed down from your father. One has only to look into your eyes and the question - why, will immediately disappear by itself. I am Ametrinova, my she-wolf is black, but the tips of the tail and ears have a peculiar coloration, like the color of Ametrin.

She asked and merrissa chipped in "All through the night, we all slept here with you throughout the night" merrissa said and Nicki nodded " Thanks and I really appreciate" she said and they all smiled. " You were really lucky, dream brought you to the school infermitary" Naina said and Nicki choked on nothing " What !! That ugly peacock brought me here?" She asked blinking her eyes repeatedly " Yeah he really brought you here, you're so lucky baby girl" silver said and Nicki immediately took off the drip from her hand

If anyone could remain as cool and unbreakable like an iceberg under pressure, it was Sierra. Nathaniel however, looked not only like shit but like someone trying to come off as confident but had actually done a lot of thinking and still hadn't worked out how he was getting out of the situation he was in. If was smart enough he would have realised there was no way out but then again, a smart man wouldn't have gotten caught. His scruffy face and the bags under his eyes were giving away that he hadn't slept well in his new digs over the past few days. He was certainly looking paler and there were perhaps a few more lines on his face from worry.

Emily Warner “Emily, you are here finally. Elizabeth has been looking all- Woah you are crying?” Nathan says as he looks around not knowing what to do, “You know what, let me call Elizabeth.” “Actually Nathan I’ll deal with her. I know why she is crying.” My eyebrows raise as I see Jake smiling at me as he leads me inside, “Her cat- umm- her cat-“ “Is sad, like depressed and there are apparently no cat therapist so I called the-“ I complete Jake’s sentence but Nathan just looked at me with raised eyebrows, not buying my awesome story.

And just when the story seemed ready to unfold, he would vanish—suddenly, silently—leaving behind a void scented faintly with his memory: lingering long after he was gone. Anas was the man who embodied both safety and danger, both genuine love and beguiling deception. He could be the savior who mends your wounds—or the mysterious fate that sends your life down a path with no return. He was, simply, the man who makes you wonder: Is he the dream you should hold onto… or the storm you should flee? Rania (Samah’s first wife, Naomi’s mother, deceased) Appearance: A young woman in her forties,

Sienna: The soft clinking of silverware and hushed murmurs of conversation filled the restaurant. It was quiet, elegant, the kind of place you’d never imagine walking into without a reservation or three weeks of planning. And yet, here I was. Sitting across from Damon Lockwood. At a candlelit table. In a private corner. With a waiter who looked like he cost more than my entire wardrobe. A place where I knew that I most likely did not belong, judging by my rank and everything that I've learned to live with.

“For now. I need you to do some research. I want you to understand some terms. Like dream walker and spirit walker. I want you to understand the difference.” “Anything else,” asked Ava. Sounding more willing than she did before. “Yes,” stated Willow simply. “I want you to read up some Native American legends. If you have questions, I don’t want you to be afraid to ask.” Then the ghostly image of an elder Native woman was gone. Leaving Ava Miller alone in her room, once more. “I really hope that I’m not losing it,” whispered the twenty-year-old woman.

He was the angriest one among us. And then to talk about me, the Martian man living inside me is called Namiyen. A man with no family, no history and no happy memories. Yet, he is the most funniest personality I have ever encountered. He called me the witch, and I called him the stupid devil. We get along very well, and cooperate with each other. Before I adjusted to Nami’s personality, we both went through several stages of crisis. And when he met Clara, we had another round of crisis as he insisted on making her his wife, even though he clearly knew that we can never have other people as our partners after what he had done to us. After the mess he had created inside me with his stupid idea